The car rocked violently from side to side and inside a girl was moaning loudly. "Spike, I think I'm gonna be sick!" Willow exclaimed as the Desoto weaved in and out of traffic, doing a perfect imitation of a pissed off snake.
"Not in this car you're not!" Spike retorted, slamming on the brakes. They came to a halt just as a set of traffic lights changed to red.
"You'd never know the difference..." Willow muttered under her breath, relieved at the momentary respite.
"I heard that." Spike glared at the Witch.
"I know." Willow looked at him, "What'cha gonna do about it?" The screech of tires and sudden acceleration constituted an answer.
Spike glanced at his pet. She did look slightly green and he was definitely going soft, as he found himself heading for the nearest parking lot. It happened to be a dark and secluded parking lot but at least they weren't moving.
Willow sighed a sigh of relief and Spike turned to her, yanking her out of the seat. He had meant to grab her shoulder but missed and in effect tore her blouse. "Spike!" Willow shrieked, as it had been one of her favourite tops. The vampire responded by covering her lips with his and tearing at the reminder of the top.
She was not wearing a bra so her breasts spilled out right into his waiting palms. He had a habit of doing this. Taking her whenever he felt horny and for that matter wherever they happened to be at the time.
Willow moaned as his fangs sunk into her neck. She should have known better than to challenge him, especially as they were on the way to Giles'. It was amazing that her friends had yet to notice anything strange. The past month had been the most incredible of her life and neither Buffy nor Xander had detected the newly awakened sexuality that rolled off her in waves.
A sexuality that grew stronger every time Spike came close to her and touched her, and caressed her. His need for her astounded Willow and she wondered whether he was like that with Dru. They didn't speak about their past lives but Willow knew the female vampire was Spike's Sire just like Darla had been Angel's. The girl smiled inwardly; Dru and Darla had excellent taste in men.
Spike tugged on her jeans, pulling them off in a swift and practised move. Willow had closed her eyes when he bite into her but now she watched him throw off his t-shirt. It was a sight she never tired of and it made her catch her breath each time. The pale skin was toned to perfection and contrasted brilliantly with the dark material of his jeans.
"What are you looking at?" He growled in a low voice that sent shivers to her very core. He smirked as her nipples visibly contracted.
"You..." She replied, her voice catching in her throat. It had meant to be a sexy drawl but came out more like a squeak. Spike's eyes danced from her lips down the length of her body. He did not know how she managed to keep that aura of innocence. It aroused him each time he came near her.
Willow felt his hand gently cup her face. He seemed to be taking his time now they were both more or less undressed. Spike looked into her eyes and Willow could have sworn she saw something other than simple lust but before she could classify it, he bent his head further towards her and kissed her. She was slowly melting away as a loud beep made her jump out of her seat. Spike had hit the horn with his leg and was now grinning at her sheepishly.
Willow found to her amazement that her arms had found their way round his neck and she was hanging on to him for dear life. Strange thing, considering he was a vampire.
"You did that on purpose!" She pouted, untangling her arms from his neck. He didn't like that though, as a low growl escaped his lips. "Don't move, Witch!" He ordered and Willow froze in mid-movement. What she didn't notice was the fact her leg hit the handbrake, effectively pushing it down and letting the car roll back with the slope.
Neither one of them noticed the car moving backwards as they held each others gaze mesmerised by the completely black pupils. They didn't notice until a jolt made them slide off the seats. The Desoto hit a lamppost, knocking the above light on for the first time that year. Willow and Spike immediately realised that the adage "Its always darkest under a lamppost" was not actually true.
"Hell!" Spike exclaimed, scrambling out of the car to inspect the damage.
"Oww..." Willow moaned, rubbing her knees. The mood seemed completely gone. Willow followed the vampire out of the car in time to see Spike kick the lamppost. The light blinked on and off for a few seconds finally deciding it was too demanding to illuminate this stretch of land and so submerged them once again in darkness. In the moment it took her eyes to adapt Willow felt cool fingers wrap around her arms.
"Where were we?" Spike caught her lips and easily lifted her body onto the hood. He liked it better this way - there was more room to manoeuvre.
Willow smiled, "Well, if you don't know..." but she didn't finish as
his fingers moved down on her. It was always like a sea-saw ride with Spike
but he never failed to make her beg for more.